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alexsfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Review: The Slow Lane Walkers Club by Rosa Temple

I was delighted to be invited to read this pretty little book by the lovely people at Literally PR. A big thank you to them for sending me a gorgeous physical copy!

Daniel is back in his hometown of Trevone, Cornwall after a lengthy stint in Italy where he took tourists on walks up Mount Etna. He’s back to sort out his grandmother’s house, which he has inherited alongside his sister Annabelle. Daniel doesn’t know what his next life steps are but he’s pretty sure he won’t be sticking around the sleepy south-west coast. Hazel doesn’t often leave her house now but her life used to be full of fun and adventures. So she’s delighted when Daniel puts up posters advertising his new walking club. Could these slow walks along the coastal path be the start of an extraordinary, unexpected friendship?

Daniel is a typical free spirit, who just wants to do what he needs to do and then take off again. I understand this mentality to a degree but I know that it can be hard to find other people who really ‘get it’. It is also very difficult to find stability or make a long-term plan, which for most people becomes more appealing when you enter your thirties. That’s exactly the crossroads that Daniel is at and I really enjoyed watching him figure himself and his life out throughout the narrative.

Cornwall is shown off in glorious fashion. I visited the Cornish coast every summer as a kid, so I know it well and I definitely felt like I revisited it through this book. Some parts of it read like a love letter to Cornwall and there is some beautiful, postcard-worthy imagery that make it seem like the most stunning, peaceful place on Earth. I’m sure there will be many readers who will immediately book a holiday there, whether they enjoyed the book or not!

Hazel is the kind of character that I find very hard to forget. She is a woman in her eighties, who has had an incredible life and been through a lot. My heart broke when she told Daniel the stories of division and racial prejudice that plagued her youth but she countered it with tales of the mischief that she got up to. Through Hazel, Daniel learns about a different side to his grandmother as well as what really matters in life -love. I think we all have a lot to thank Hazel for!

The Slow Lane Walkers Club attracts several eccentric characters who I loved getting to know. I wanted to sit and have coffee within earshot of sisters Mary and Eileen, take Benny the whippet out for a stroll and gossip with Hannah the hairdresser. These kinds of authentic, light-hearted characters are my absolute favourites to spend time with, so I was in for a right treat when the club got bigger!

The Slow Lane Walkers Club is a warm, light-hearted novel about finding your place and purpose in the world, seeking adventure in all its forms and simply embracing life. There is a wonderful community of characters who you’ll want to revisit again and again, so I have my fingers crossed for a sequel where the sisters are running fitness classes for the over 65s and Annabelle is renewing her wedding vows.

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elocinnicole · 4 years

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Butterflies Part Two

Pairing: Collin x Black!Reader, Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Collin and Reader try to figure out where they stand after their moment a few nights ago.

Rating: M for language

AN: I changed Collin’s major to Creative Writing/Poetry. I don’t know why I didn’t do this in the first place, I was over here thinking of what major would Collin have, and it went over my head so yeah, here it is. Again, this is still set in 2020. Let me know if you want to be tagged. There are about two more parts to this

Part One Part Two Part Three

Shaunice Jasmine Turner was born in the wee hours of the morning on July 26, 2020. You were so happy for your friends and the little family they were building.

“You look pretty comfortable holding Shaunice, Y/N.” Ashely teased, it was just the two of you for now. Collin went with Miles to get some breakfast for Jasmine and to pick up Sean so he could meet his little sister.

“Girl bye, I mean the thought has crossed my mind, but I want to have my salon up and running before I even think about having kids.”

“Bish, I used to say that about my non-existent art gallery, and I got two kids now.”

“I mean you could still paint, Ashley.”

“I could, but painting don’t pay the bills. The rent is ridiculous and trying to get a loan from the bank…” Ashely trailed off

“But it’s all good, I wouldn’t change anything,” Ashely smiled at her daughter, “So, what happened when Collin came back from Val’s?”

“Uh, nothing I twisted his hair and that’s when we got the text from Miles.” Ashely examined your face; she’s known you long enough to know when you’re lying.

“Y/N, give me the baby.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re avoiding eye contact, give me my daughter.” You playfully huffed and handed over Shaunice to your friend, “Now, tell me what really happened last night?”

“Well, when he came back, I was a little mad because I’m over here actually being a friend and he drop everything for a booty call. He’s staying with me rent-free, I visited him when he was locked up, put money on his books, shit, I used to let this nigga cheat off me in Chemistry back in high school. Then he tries to kiss me—”

“He what!”

“Yeah and I don’t know what to think about that, because I know that once Val calls, he gonna run after her, like what is it? Does sis have some magic pussy or some shit?”

“Y/N…”

“I know that’s your friend, but she never once checked on him and I don’t know. I’m right in front of him and he doesn’t see me.”

“Make him see you, sis.”

“Well, how the hell do I do that?”

“Bring another nigga around,” You looked wide-eyed at your friend

“Ash!”

“Girl, bye, what about that chef you was tellin’ me about? Hit him up and bring him around Collin.”

“So, you think making him jealous is gonna work?” Ashely didn’t have time to answer because Sean came bursting into the room running over to Ashely’s bed

“Is she here? Is she here Mom?!” Sean asked bouncing with excitement

“Calm down, baby. Yes, she’s here, where’s Dad?”

“Right here, as soon as we got off the elevator he ran off. He’s been asking about the baby since we picked him up from Ms. Nancy’s. Here’s your food babe.” Miles placed the take-out bag on the table and kissed Ashely’s forehead, Collin trailed behind and once he looked at you he adverted his eyes somewhere else.

“Sean, go use the bathroom then you can hold your sister. Miles can you take Shaunice so I can eat, I’m starving.”

“So, what were you two talking about before we got here?” Miles asked,

“Nothing much, I asked Ashely if you were gonna give her a push present.”

“The fuck is that?”

“A present for pushing out your baby!” You nudged Miles’s shoulder.

“What you want baby, a gift card, or some shit like that?”

“Miles, you can’t get her no damn gift card.” Collin reasoned

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because that’s a boring-ass gift, you gotta get her some jewelry or a car, shit like that.”

“Baby, I can hit up my boy Cuttie—”

“Hell no, every time you get something from Cuttie, it’s either stolen or it don’t work.”

“Ash, that’s not true!”

“What about the bike you got from him for Sean’s birthday? Cuttie stole it!” You said

“I ain’t know that shit when he gave me that bike!”

“Then you bought Ashely that purse for Christmas and the Gucci was spelled wrong.”

“It was not, Collin!”

“Babe, Gucci only got two c’s.” Miles looked stunned for a moment before sucking his teeth

“How the hell was I supposed to know that!” Your phone then went off several times even surprising you.

“Who hittin’ you up, Y/N?” Miles teased

“Nobody, just a friend”

“Stop lyin, Y/N, got a date with this ‘friend’ tonight,” Ashely announced earning a glare from you.

“Oh shit, for real!” Miles exclaimed

“Yeah, he’s nice, um he just moved out here from Detroit. He’s a chef and has his own meal prep business.” It wasn’t a lie, you had met a guy on Tinder a few weeks ago and the two of you have been talking to one another.

“So, he be making all that vegan shit?”

“What’s vegan shit?” Sean questioned innocently

“Miles!” Ashely slapped his arm

“What? I cuss all the damn time, it was gonna happen sooner or later babe.” Ashely glared at her husband not amused in the slightest “Alright, alright, Sean don’t say ‘shit’ it’s a bad word, now come over here and sit down in the chair and I’ll let you hold your baby sister.”

While Miles and Ashely were introducing Sean to Shaunice, Collin walked over to you wanting to know more about your ‘date’.

“So, what’s this guy’s name?”

“Um, I’m sorry since when did I have to answer to you, Collin?”

“I’m just askin’ his name. Want to know the person who’s taking my friend out.”

“You’ll find out tonight—”

“Hey, guys!” Everyone’s heads turned toward the door and there stood Val with various pink balloons and a teddy bear

“Hey, Val!” Ashely greeted, she practically ran over to Ashely and engulfed her in a hug.

“Congratulations, girl.” Val looked over at Miles and her smile faded slightly

“You too, Miles,” She looked over at Collin and acted like he wasn’t even there. At that point, you wanted to slap the hell out this bitch, but this wasn’t the time.

“Guys, I have appointments today I gotta head out. I’ll visit when you get home, okay?” Ashely nodded, understanding your need to leave the room.

“See you later?”

“Yeah, bye guys, and congrats again.”

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror getting ready for your date with Trevon. The two of you had been texting one another all day, you even FaceTimed him briefly between clients.

“I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp, I wanna gag, I wanna choke, I want you to touch that lil dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat.” You rapped along to the song that made you feel like a bad bitch, Trevon didn’t give you much of a hint as to what the two of you were going to do tonight, but he said to be casual. So, you didn’t go too overboard with your outfit. This was your first date in a while because of your schedule you didn’t have time to date between the hair and makeup clients, on the day you didn’t have to work you stayed home or hung out with friends or your big brother.

“Alright, you got this.” You said to yourself in the mirror, “You a bad bitch. You the baddest bitch, period.”

You came out of the bathroom and immediately bumped into Collin.

“My bad didn’t see you there.”

“Your date is here.” Collin went into the bathroom closing the door firmly. You rolled your eyes at your friend and walked out to the living room to finally see your date, Trevon.

“Wow, you look great, Y/N.” Trevon beamed, you smiled shyly in return

“Thanks, you do too. You ready to go?”

“After you,”

You carefully shut the front door to your apartment not wanting to wake up Collin, knowing that he was a light sleeper and this was his only day off. You couldn’t help but smile about your date with Trevon last night. After he picked you up, he took you to play mini-golf and then after you went go-cart racing. It honestly the most fun you ever had on a first date. Not wanting to go home, the two of you ended up bar hopping the rest of the night until the two of you passed out on his sofa. The smell of breakfast pulled you of your thoughts. You made your way to the kitchen only to see Val in your kitchen cooking at your stove wearing only one of Collin’s Oakland shirts and underwear.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, hey Y/N. You want breakfast?”

“What are you doing here, Val?”

“Collin invited me over last night.” She smirked going back to cooking.

“Can you please put some pants on?”

“Well, Collin doesn’t seem to have a problem with what I’m wearing.”

“Hm, that’s cute but this isn’t Collin’s place, it’s my place and I don’t want your ass cheeks out in my kitchen. ‘Kay?”

“Whatever.”

“Um, where’s Collin?”

“He’s in the shower, I think. Oh, do you have any almond milk?”

“No, bitch I drink soy.” You mumbled storming past her heading for the bathroom. You angrily opened the door surprising Collin, who quickly reached for his towel to cover himself.

“What the fuck, Y/N! Can you knock?”

“What the hell is she doing here?!”

“Oh, what, I can’t have guests over?”

“That’s not the point, why in the fuck is she cooking in my kitchen with no clothes on!”

“She was hungry, what was I supposed to do?”

“Collin, I need you to tell me when you have company.”

“I don’t see why I have to tell you,”

“It’s the principle, Collin! What if you came home and my date, dick swingin’—”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Collin frowned, not appreciating the imagery

“Shut up, making breakfast in the damn kitchen?”

“This isn’t even about the principle it’s about you not liking Val!”

“No, it’s because you living in my place RENT FREE and I need to you who you have up in here!”

“Oh, so that’s what this is all about?” You rubbed your temples in frustration

“No, Collin—”

“Collin, breakfast’s ready,” Val called through the door.

“Go eat with your guest, wouldn’t want your food to get cold.” You said before leaving the bathroom.

#Buterflies Series #Blindspotting Imagine #Blindspotting #Collin Hoskins x Plus Size!Reader #Colllin Hoskins x Black!Reader #Miles Turner #Ashley Turner #Daveed Diggs #Rafael Casal #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Daveed Diggs x Reader #Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

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sophisticated-creepy · 3 years

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Unfortunately, Jack’s earlier recitation of what he had heard on Newberry at Night was indeed true, Lola discovered, sitting in her car in the empty parking lot of Trevon’s Flower Establishment looking at the dark and empty building. With a defeated sigh, she decided to check the main door anyway, just to be sure there wasn’t an accidental oversight in forgetting to turn on the lights, but as she approached the front entrance, she saw the hastily made sign taped to the door apologizing for any inconveniences, and that the shop would reopen later next week. Another sigh escaped Lola’s lungs, though she didn’t begrudge the florist with any malice. Turning back to her car, slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be looking at floral arrangements, she tried to focus her energies towards her unexpectedly free afternoon, deciding this was an opportune blessing in disguise to get some much needed work done on her writing.

As she went to unlock the vehicle, looking down while fumbling her keys, she spotted a dime staring up at her from the pavement of her parking space. She bent down to retrieve the coin, always happy for the gentle reminder of Spirit’s presence, and the brightness that lifted her soul upon finding such shiny treasures.

“Oh! Hello, friend,” she greeted the dime, plucking it off the ground. “I didn’t see you down there. Sorry if I stepped on you.” Before she could stand fully up right, she caught another flash of silver towards her back tire.

“I can’t forget you,” she noted, reaching for the second coin. Palming the objects, Lola righted herself, intent on going home to add the dimes to her collection, but upon standing, she noticed across the street a large and vacant playground, the Dead Forest framing the picturesque park behind the chain link fence. She froze where she stood, an ominous chill invading her intake of breath, filling her insides with ice, captivated into a stunned silence as she watched the brightly colored autumn treetops dance in the wind, the shadows of the deep thicket calling out to her, beckoning her come closer.

Lola turned over her shoulder, giving the florist shop a careful and steady look before returning her full attention to the playground. If Mrs. Trevon had injured herself in a park while playing with her grandkids, the innocent structure sitting across from her own shop’s door was most likely the scene of the incident. In a half-trance, Lola found she had walked across the parking lot, moving in the direction of the play area before she stopped herself.

“I know I promised Raphael I wouldn’t investigate alone again, without a friend, but…,” Lola looked to her palm where she had been clutching her newly acquired dimes, biting her lip as was habit while in thought. “I’m not really alone,” she convinced herself. “Plus, this looks like a good place to have a quiet and peaceful writing retreat.”

Mind made up, Lola firmly justifying her actions in favor of not breaking any promises, she entered the empty playground. Luckily for her, schools were still in session, so the park area was free of rambunctious, energized children, and observed only one young family strolling their toddler on the outskirts of a walking path further across the property. To her delight, she found herself to be as near alone from the public as possible. She slowed her steps as she approached the equipment of monkey bars, teeter-totters and slides, the sheer emptiness of the playground surprisingly unsettling in their lack of use. Passing the swings, she paused only briefly as she looked upon them with fondness, her inner child begging for a quick turn for the semi-weightless experience of makeshift flight. Foregoing her childish desires, she neared the far-edge perimeter of the fenced in borders, finding there were picnic tables for family seating off to the side.

By pure coincidence, Lola selected the table that resided closest to the forest in its setup, humming inconspicuously to herself as she began to lay her things upon the table top, easily going about her business as though she weren’t angling her line of sight to focus straight into the darkly inviting tree line. Before she could even sit down, she found yet another dime on the table’s bench, and mumbling something akin to third time being a charm, decidedly sat herself down and began her work. She may not have had her trusty tape recorder, but she did have her cellphone, and just to make sure all of her apps were working properly, decided that now would be a good time to try a test run of the audio recording function to see if it was performing at optimum capacities and levels.

“I am merely recording my thoughts,” Lola stated slowly and clearly, positioning her phone’s microphone towards the trees. “I am just sitting here, at the park, brainstorming and noodling around for some ideas,” she continued, speaking aloud to herself. “If, by some chance, anyone would like to say anything, I wouldn’t be bothered if they did.”

She started writing in the small notebook she carried around in her purse, absentmindedly scribbling down a few thoughts and bullet points of ideas and key themes as later proof she had seen to the park as a well-welcomed visit for a writer’s retreat, where no one could fault her, her ducks lined in a row for good measure incase questions arose against her motives.

“If someone, perhaps, has a message they’d like to tell me, now would be the time to share it,” she stated, looking at her watch to keep up the charade of working. As long as she kept in character as the busy, hardworking writer despite having no audience to witness her convoluted shenanigans, her conscience was spared of any guilt for investigating without “technically” investigating. After making a few more notes on her paper, allowing space for an entity to answer her previous questions, the breeze abruptly shifted, the rough patch of air cutting in a completely different direction, rustling through all of Lola’s papers and causing her to turn her back towards the wind to help shield her eyes as loose sections of hair whipped sharply around her face. When the wind died down, she gently unfurled her body, noticing she had position herself facing head on directly towards the Dead Forest.

Curiosity would forever be Lola’s downfall, and despite every screaming instinct to get back in her car and drive away, she instead stood from her bench and took several hesitant steps towards the forest. She could sense something was beyond the bramble bushes in the shadows, watching her, yet staying at a sizeable distance. If she squinted hard enough, she thought maybe she could make out the silhouette of whatever was staring back at her. The same dilemma she experienced at the train yard began to conflict within her gut of internal struggling, to pursue or leave well enough alone, but Lola was determined to find answers to these mysteries surrounding the trees, and possibly, the Hobblin’ Goblin. The fence was only a minor inconvenience as she vaguely considered hopping the structure to continue her venture forward into the thicket, however, as she stood at the cool, metal links marking the boundaries of the playground, a beam of sunlight broke through the clouds from above, shining down to illuminate three separate dimes in a row creating a trail which started at her feet and led into the tree line.

Startled at the discovery, she retreated, releasing the fence and taking cautious steps away from the thicket. Curiosity would only take her so far, for it was her sense of courage that would ultimately propel her, and seeing as she had none to spare at that particular moment, she continued in her steady pace backwards. When she saw a shadow move deep inside the darkness where the sun could not penetrate, she promptly made a fast one-eighty, hurriedly grabbing her belongings from the picnic table, and practically sprinted back to her car without another glance back.

“Thank you for your time,” she shouted in her abrupt departure, concluding the “test” recording session on her phone. It took several deep breaths for Lola to realize she had made it safely into her car, door closed and locked with the keys jammed into the ignition. Her adrenaline began to ebb, the thundering pulse of her heartbeat leaving her eardrums, and eventually, rampant thoughts and feelings returned to normal.

“I know I love Spirit dimes,” she panted, gulping in air to ease her distress while recovering from her sprint. “But I am not stupid enough to follow a trail of them into a deep, dark forest.” She closed her eyes, releasing a long, controlled breath, then, laughing, said, “Raphael’s never going to forgive me for this. Ooh, boy, do I need a drink.” Lola leaned her head back against the headrest, looking out through the sunroof, placing her hands on the steering wheel to feel grounded, and when she felt stable, decided she was more than ready to go home. As she went to turn the keys, she noticed her phone lying on the seat next to her on top of all the scattered papers which had been tossed into her car haphazardly upon entering the vehicle after her race across the parking lot.

“It couldn’t hurt to take a quick listen,” she declared, shrugging her shoulders, curiosity winning out once more over rationality. Since she had only recorded three minutes of audio, she figured a quick cursory listen wouldn’t do her any harm, further in-depth analysis happening at a later time, and pressing play, began the clip of her impromptu “test” session.

Nothing of extreme significance had been documented, she discovered, listening intently to the beginning portion of her recording. She heard herself sit down to rummage through her purse all while talking to herself, but other than her own movement and questions, nothing appeared to jump out to her as above ordinary, and as she thought about stopping the playback to review later, she got to the part where the gust of wind came up, obscuring the volume harshly, blocking out all other sound. Eagerly, she leaned into her phone, hearing herself on the recorder give a short gasp after the short weather phenomena followed by the cadence of her receding footsteps. There was a slight pause in movement and sound, but then, she heard a strange murmur on a whispered breath, the other voice contrasting to what had been established of her own voice along with the sounds of ambient nature for comparison.

“Wait, was that a voice?” Lola carefully replayed the audio file, ignoring the frantic sounds of her departure, moving the slider until she got to the section after that burst of wind. Holding the phone closer to her ear, she listened intently, coming to the part upon hearing herself gasp, then walk away, and then---.

“There!” she shouted. “There’s something there!” Rewinding the clip, she played the small section of audio again, swimming in the chills and tingles of gooseflesh covering her entire body, for she had managed to miraculously capture a raspy, disembodied voice say two words: little witch.

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trevonbranchacademi · 3 years

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chicagocityfclanspromoblog · 4 years

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Ebony Anderson → Nafessa Williams → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: July 23rd

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Catholic

Like Ebony? Consider taking her in our Hunter Giveaway Event! We will be waiving applications para samples, personalities and histories requirements for all canon hunters. Just send in the first and last name of the hunter(s) you would like to the main.

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Tracker and Dealer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Vibrant Colors and ‘Me’ Time

Two Dislikes: Coconut and Muttering

Two Fears: Semi Truck Accident and Disappointing her Parents

Two Hobbies: Attending Fashion Weeks and Researching

Three Positive Traits: Outgoing, Persuasive, Flexible

Three Negative Traits: Frivolous, Instigative, Selfish

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Grant Anderson (Father): Ebony has always been daddy’s little girl and has had Grant wrapped around her finger since birth. He taught her everything she knows and made sure she trained only with the best. Ebony knows Grant will make a great leader but is also unsure if taking the mantle at 53 years old is wise or beneficial for their family.

Candace Anderson (Mother): Ebony’s mother is loving and smothering. Candace’s family believed in breeding for the best possible hunter outcomes. Ebony does not blame her mother for running and finds her story encouraging; especially about meeting her dad. This also made Ebony life hell with a clingy and opinionated mother. Candace has been lighting the fire under her to get married and have kids.

Sibling Names:

Imani Colt nee Anderson (Sister): Ebony and Imani have a common sisterly bond. They have each others backs and get along well but are also constantly fighting about stupid things and pissing each other off. Ebony encouraged Imani to start dating Blaine and has always been supportive of their relationship.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Chris Shaw (Dated): Ebony dated Chris for 3 months for information about Isaac and Sol for her cousin Nia. Chris thought she was human and that she was too busy to continue their relationship. Chris was boring but very easy to pull information from, while he didn’t right out tell her what was going on, Ebony could easily piece together his subtext and hints.

Tristan Lawton (Ex-Boyfriend): Tristan was surprisingly easy to get close to but Ebony was unable to make it last as long as she would have liked to. The witches and warlock supernatural community is tightly knitted and Tristan called her out for being a hunter on their second date. He seemed cool about it and asked to keep seeing her which Ebony indulged in for a few months pulling away. They have continued to see each other off and on for the past 6 years.

Carter Bialar (Ex-Boyfriend): Ebony went after Carter after Alice Colt was attacked by someone from the Cat Pack. Grant wanted info and they only had a last name to go off of. She tracked down his son and pumped him for as much info as she could. He ghosted her after she met one of his friends and she thinks they may have figured her out.

Riley Anderson (Flirted): Ebony inadvertently got Riley’s information from Carter. Riley was his college buddy that Ebony found out was a bear shifter. She shared the information with Alexus and Grant but was told to hang back while Alexus worked with the senior members of their pack. Riley was unknown to them since he never frequented the Fields Hotel. Ebony still flirted with him and faked interest in purchasing a house. They attended a few parties together and hung out but Ebony had to call it quits when he wanted to introduce her to his friends, including Carter who she had recently broken things off with on bad terms.

Audo Wilhelm (Ex-Boyfriend): Audo was one of Ebony’s first targets. Grant wanted her to get an inside look at Shutter House Exports & Import and Audo was supposed to be her ticket in. He was literally the only magic user they knew that took some type of transportation to work instead of using magic. Ebony was sure she was ready but she quickly caught genuine feelings for Audo. It wasn’t love but she cared about him and his well being. Ebony quickly got what information she could and called things off.

Platonic Connections:

Nia Anderson (Cousin): She couldn’t stand Nia while they were younger, believing she got everything she wanted for a quarter of the work that Ebony and Imani did. They’ve become closer in their 30s and Ebony has come to realize that Nia doesn’t really seem to want to be head of the Andersons. That realization has taken a lot of the animosity away, and Ebony can have fun with Nia.

Trevon Anderson (Cousin): Ebony likes Trevon and thinks he’s making his own path. He seems to have really taken to Grant and Blaine, and Ebony thinks it’s made him a better hunter.

Marquis Anderson (Cousin): Ebony doesn’t really know what’s going on with Marquis. He always seems to be lurking in the shadows, or on his way out. She hasn’t been hunting with him in ages, but apparently he holds his own.

Raven Jenkins (Cousin): Ebony likes Raven. She gets her independence and thinks it should be encouraged. She’s loyal to the family and a good hunter, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Tirra Jenkins (Aunt): Ebony can’t stand her aunts. Tirra is off in her own world thinking she matters more than the rest of them. The best thing she did was have Raven.

Amy Colt (Good Friend): Imani and Blaine introduced Ebony and Amy to each other when they first started to date. They bonded over being their families dealers and hunting. They’ve recently started to share contacts. Their personalities matched enough to hang out away from their families and hunting in general.

Rebecca Stone (Friend): Rebecca pulled Ebony aside at Lilly’s House with inquiries about a leather jacket she was wearing, Ebony took it upon herself to order multiple genuine leather jackets for Rebecca; Ebony heard Rebecca was a leather jacket enthusiast. They’ve remained in contact and have become friends.

Samir Khoury (Acquaintance): Ebony orders ingredients from Samir and Judsoin for the Anderson’s batch of hunters Ancestral Elixir. To keep supernaturals from finding out what exact ingredients they use, Ebony orders 100 different ingredients a week but for the entire month only one or two of them would be what she actually needs. Since ingredients are rare, it’s hard to find other hunters who are willing to share their sources or supplies. Samir doesn’t ask questions and thinks she is a human beautician and naturalist.

Judson Cleirigh (Acquaintance): Ebony orders ingredients from Samir and Judsoin for the Anderson’s batch of hunters Ancestral Elixir. To keep supernaturals from finding out what exact ingredients they use, Ebony orders 100 different ingredients a week but for the entire month only one of them would be what she needs. Ebony thinks Judson may be suspicious of her but he has yet to say anything or acted out in any way to confirm it. He has randomly started to add care tips for growing her own ingredients at home but none of them have been any of the key ingredients she needs. She thinks he’s just being nice and helpful.

Sirius Cobic (Mutual Agreement): The human shifters seem to be the neutral party in Chicago and they own the police. Ebony can’t tell for sure if every person in the police department is a human shifter or if it’s a mixture but it is clear that Sirius is the ring leader. Sirius randomly approached her one day with a proposition that Ebony couldn’t refuse. He was willing to hand off untouchables and other supernaturals that go unpunished by their packs to the Andersons.

Douglas Gish (Mutual Agreement): Douglas is another known human shifter that approached Ebony nearly a year after Sirius did but around the same time as Sarah. The human shifter police officers were willing to hand off human cases that weren’t handled properly or didn’t have enough evidence to prosecute. They are willing to turn a blind eye to their activities as long as they aren’t messy. Malik seems to be the only one that still gets speeding or parking tickets.

Sarah Harris (Mutual Agreement): Sarah has approached Ebony and Elle Colt about hunting human criminals. Jackals have no use to hunters besides information; the same can be said for rats and nimbles. The Anderson’s family hunt for hire for the local Jackal Pack and in return the jackal government workers look in the opposite direction when it comes to zoning, public records, licensing, code enforcement, power and light bills, etc.

Blaine Colt (Brother-In-Law): Ebony encouraged Imani to start dating Blaine and has always been supportive of their relationship. Ebony likes Blaine’s way of hunting and looks forward to working more with him in the future.

Fiona ‘Fi’ Marz (Friendly): During a really bad tornado, Ebony took an anonymous order for animal shifter and human shifter blood. Her contact turned out to be a vampire. They continued to deal like this for bad thunderstorms and tornadoes. After Imani joined the Colt family, Ebony shared another dealer, Amy Colt’s information with Fi to lessen her load.

Hostile Connections:

Malik Jenkins (Uncle-In-Law): Malik has never tried to get to know Ebony personally. While Malik and Grant are friends, he has practically ignored Ebony and Imani. They’re unsure why but cannot bring themselves to care about it.

Alexus Anderson (Aunt): Alexus always looked down on Ebony and her open ways. Besides family and hunter business, Ebony tries her best to ignore Alexus.

Seth Allen (Annoyance): Seth is a new player in town. Sarah Harris has apologized on his behalf multiple times and Ebony had to fight to get his name off of the hunters free for all board at Lily’s House. Seth has been spotted around town in his animal form and spraying graffiti everywhere.

Jazmine Anderson (Aunt): Ebony can’t stand her aunts. Jazmine is the biggest backstabber of them all, and even though they all know this, they repeatedly get played. Ebony knows she’s not immune and has limited her time talking to her after she created a fight between her and Imani.

Pets:

Meowth (Siamese Cat): She saw Meowth in the window of a pet store on a “Me Time” vacation and couldn’t get his face out of her mind. She went back three times that week and on the third time, bought him and everything he’d need.

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Nafessa Williams [1][2][3][4]

#Nafessa Williams #Hunter RPG #open roleplay #city rpg #new rpg

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chicagocityofclans · 4 years

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Ebony Anderson → Nafessa Williams → Hunter

→ Basic Information

Age: 31

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Birthday: July 23rd

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Religion: Catholic

→ Her Personality (one to two paragraphs)

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: Tracker and Dealer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Vibrant Colors and ‘Me’ Time

Two Dislikes: Coconut and Muttering

Two Fears: Semi Truck Accident and Disappointing her Parents

Two Hobbies: Attending Fashion Weeks and Researching

Three Positive Traits: Outgoing, Persuasive, Flexible

Three Negative Traits: Frivolous, Instigative, Selfish

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Parent Names:

Sibling Names:

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Platonic Connections:

Trevon Anderson (Cousin): Ebony likes Trevon and thinks he’s making his own path. He seems to have really taken to Grant and Blaine, and Ebony thinks it’s made him a better hunter.

Raven Jenkins (Cousin): Ebony likes Raven. She gets her independence and thinks it should be encouraged. She’s loyal to the family and a good hunter, so there shouldn’t be any problems.

Tirra Jenkins (Aunt): Ebony can’t stand her aunts. Tirra is off in her own world thinking she matters more than the rest of them. The best thing she did was have Raven.

Samir Khoury (Acquaintance): Ebony orders ingredients from Samir and Judsoin for the Anderson’s batch of hunters Ancestral Elixir. To keep supernaturals from finding out what exact ingredients they use, Ebony orders 100 different ingredients a week but for the entire month only one or two of them would be what she actually needs. Since ingredients are rare, it's hard to find other hunters who are willing to share their sources or supplies. Samir doesn’t ask questions and thinks she is a human beautician and naturalist.

Douglas Gish (Mutual Agreement): Douglas is another known human shifter that approached Ebony nearly a year after Sirius did but around the same time as Sarah. The human shifter police officers were willing to hand off human cases that weren’t handled properly or didn’t have enough evidence to prosecute. They are willing to turn a blind eye to their activities as long as they aren't messy. Malik seems to be the only one that still gets speeding or parking tickets.

Sarah Harris (Mutual Agreement): Sarah has approached Ebony and Elle Colt about hunting human criminals. Jackals have no use to hunters besides information; the same can be said for rats and nimbles. The Anderson's family hunt for hire for the local Jackal Pack and in return the jackal government workers look in the opposite direction when it comes to zoning, public records, licensing, code enforcement, power and light bills, etc.

Blaine Colt (Brother-In-Law): Ebony encouraged Imani to start dating Blaine and has always been supportive of their relationship. Ebony likes Blaine's way of hunting and looks forward to working more with him in the future.

Hostile Connections:

Alexus Anderson (Aunt): Alexus always looked down on Ebony and her open ways. Besides family and hunter business, Ebony tries her best to ignore Alexus.

Pets:

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→ The Present (paragraph(s) on how the character connects to the plot)

→ Available Gif Hunts (we do not own these)

Nafessa Williams [1][2][3][4]

#Ebony Anderson #Nafessa Williams #Taken

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troubleswift22 · 4 years

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Posted this on Facebook, but wanted to share here as well.

Alright so I don't like to post politics on my Facebook for many reasons(and was hoping to post some cool personal updates), but I think I need to speak out on some things that i've been wanting to talk about for years(but have been afraid to do so due to antagonizing people that I am close with in my life). If you have time, please please read as i'm about to say some things i've been wanting to get out for years and i'm about to get real vulnerable here about some subJects that I can no longer be silent about......

The state of the world we are in right now is far too dangerous to ignore, and i'm sick and tired of people in my life who are defending Trump and who have no idea what's going on other than their own personal beliefs they get from Fox News. I'm going to hide this post from family and a bunch of people, but if you see this and are a huge Trump Supporter or something and disagree, we can have a civil debate in my messages, or feel free to remove me if you are going to be rude about it(or ignore it, like I probably usually do for you.) I simply don't have the time, energy, or resolve to get into a long argument, but it is what it is. Feel free to leave a comment though, Just be nice.

As the protests are going on now in Kenosha Wisconsin after the shooting of James Blake, a far-right militia member about an hour or so ago murdered 5 protesters. These protesters were not causing any damage or any problems, and I saw this as it was happening live on Periscope, no media spin attached. As many other cities have done, they are fighting for the simple reason that Black Lives Matter, and enough is enough. I'm sick and tired of seeing new names being added to an ongoing list of innocent black lives being murdered. Breonna Taylor. Philandro Castille, Trevon Martin, George Floyd, Sandra Bland, and many more names. Seeing the video of what happened with James hit me even hard then George Floyd for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that gun-shots were featured idk. While I understand the convenient narrative being pushed that rioting is bad, as Martin Luther King Jr says "A riot is the language of the unheard". Anyone who knows me knows I don't condone violence, as i'm a huge pacifist, and have even had this used against me in my life to take advantage of my kindness. However, who is really listening to black lives when they do try to speak out? Collin Kapernick sat down during the national anthem, he got criticized. So he changed to kneeling, still criticized. People were(and still are in many instances) peacefully protesting, and many still aren't being heard. I'm studying Psychology as an Undergrad, and it makes sense that when people aren't being heard they tend to lash out and violence often ensues. That's what tends to happen when your community constantly is having trauma inflicted on them. I'm not condoning it, but maybe we should listen to people who have been trying to get our attention for years and do something to fix the root cause of this issue.

Most politicians on both sides don't care. Just like Trump didn't care when he's personally made decisions that affect either myself, many of my friends I have made both online and offline, as well as my basic sense of empathy for humanity. A sampling of these actions include trying to remove DACA, eroding LGBT rights or attacking those in the LGBT community, Trans-Military Ban, Muslim Ban, promoting violence through his Twitter, ruining the mail system that many people rely on for basic needs, saying that there were "good people on both sides" in Charlottesville when Heather Hayer(a Bernie supporter) got run over by a car by Neo-Nazis, gaslighting anyone who disagrees with his views, among others. It's not a political issue. I don't care if you support Republicans because you believe that "Socialism is a bad economic policy that would ruin our country" or something like that. I'm a Libertarian Socialist, but that's beside the point, vote for who you want. But when Trump systemically comes for my friends and attacks those I love and care about, I'm not going to stay silent.   

Finally, this also ties into my religious faith. Growing up as a Christian, I grew up with the teachings of Jesus Christ and i'm sick and tired of so called "Christians" using their beliefs to try to Justify voting Trump, because they want "A conservative maJority on the Supreme Court" or are "Pro-Choice", or "Mike Pence is a strong Evangelical." Trump is the biggest con artist this country has ever had, and I can't believe so many people I love and care about are falling for this. He doesn't care about Evangelicals. He doesn't have love in his heart, and Jesus would probably be out there with the protesters right now fighting for Change. I had to fight with whether I was still a Christian for many years after graduating High School, due to seeing how so called "Christians" and people I love have so much hate in their heart. I have Just recently reconciled with the fact that there are many other Christians Just like me who want to do what's right. Innocent people are dying from Covid due to our president. He's trying to divide us up in order to win, as that's all he has left. I've been called not a "true Christian" due to my views(which is literally a logical fallacy by the way), and i've gotten so much hate from people due to being Bisexual, a Libertarian Socialist, and a Christian who is mostly alienated from those I grew up with. But idc anymore. I'm not arguing to vote for Biden at all, I personally don't like either candidate. But please, don't vote Donald Trump. I don't know what else to say, but seeing constant hate and divisiveness has really being causing some awful depression lately, and I needed to share.

I'm going back to bed, and then continue working on my Junior Year Psychology courses that I started Monday with UCF Online. I have known since 2017 I want to work in Mental Health, and we need/will need it more than ever. This post might have a lot of spelling and grammar errors, and normally I would spend time proofreading my post more. But it doesn't matter. Innocent people are dying every day, things like that are insignificant. Make sure you use your platform to do what you can to change the world. Silence is complicity. Black Lives Matter. LGBT lives matter. If you are also a Christian, please consider your actions and how they might be impacting those around you. Because for all you know they are absolutely heartbroken, and have reconsidered whether their morals are in line with the Christian faith. If I can share something as vulnerable as this publicly on Facebook(which could get me in huge trouble with my family), then you can put a little effort in to make some change. Register to vote by mail at vote.gov. Vote the day(or within a few days of) when it arrives, or early-vote/ drop it off to ensure it's counted. Finally, make sure to have these tough conversations with those you care about. Remember it's supposed to be uncomfortable, as creating change around you shouldn't be comfortable. If you read all this, please stay safe, wear a mask, and consider how your actions affect those around you.

 In solidarity,

 Alex Morgan

#blm #donald trump #kenosha #christianity #wisconsin #black lives matter #lgbt #James Blake #religion #republicans #vote

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theliminalone-blog · 5 years

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About Travone

Note: This is my portrayal of Lucifer within my fiction series-in-progress The Authors of Paradise. Travone Terrick is not affiliated with any other fictional representations of Lucifer from other popular media.

This being is ancient, powerful, and mysterious. He can show himself as angel or devil, fey-king or god, serpent or wolf or lion, man or woman. He lives in the liminal space between Heaven and Earth, Earth and Hell, this universe and all other universes. He has many names. He is the Lord of the Crossroads, the Keeper of the Balance, the Bringer of Light and Darkness, the Adversary, the Enlightened One, the Master of the Carnival, the Purveyor of Pleasure and Earthly Delights, the Bringer of Wisdom, the Great Mirror, the Dragon, the Trickster.

He did not fall (nor did he saunter vaguely downward-- and yes, he is a Pratchett fan). He embraced his duality and makes his home in the liminal spaces.

It is he who has empowered the witches to keep the balance in the world. It is he who has empowered Thornebridge and its Guardians.

He walks in the world, unassuming and veiled in a disguise of humanity, often using the alias Travone Terrick. He offers an exchange of energy, favors in return for favors. He is a hedonist, but he is kind and compassionate to those he feels deserve kindness and compassion. He is, in turn, cruel and ruthless to those he feels deserve cruelty and ruthlessness. He embraces both wealth and poverty, civilization and the predatory, untamed wilderness. He is a connoisseur of art and music, fine wine and dining, and exquisite pain-- both to afflict and be afflicted upon by others. He is deeply sexual, drawn to beauty and energy, to soul and mind, but he does not hold to social definitions of beauty.

He does not stay in one place. He is nomadic, finding his home in glitzy penthouses and ostentatious mansions and humble cottages, in untouched forest and steamy jungle, in the depths of the ocean, and in dreams. He has many names, many faces, many masks. All are true, and none.

He is neither good nor evil, but he can wear each of these concepts like masks. He has many masks, and these masks are always mirrors to those who see them. He reveals truth and shatters illusion. He respects free will above all things. He will turn his rage upon those who presume to worship him.

The mask of Trevone Terrick is his modern persona in the world. He is not a hoarder of wealth in the usual sense, but he is a hedonist. He has no real need of money, but he does use it when the situation calls for it, and it is always available to him when he calls for it. He has many homes around the world, some ostentatious, some humble, and not a one was acquired via monetary payment. He is generous when he feels moved to be, giving gifts to those he favors, though if they never give anything in return he will remove himself from their lives.

He hates authoritarianism, abuse, and tyranny, and his fury when confronted with such things is terrifying.

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